Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1386 - 1161: Infighting (Part 2)

Song Heping's gaze swept over every mber of the SSO team, finally settling on Hunter, who still wore a defiant expression.

His voice was not loud, yet it carried an undeniable authority, each word pounding into everyone's ears:

"Want to die? It's easy; stir things up and you'll all die."

His tone was as calm as stating a fact, "If you don't want to die, then damn well shove your pathetic pride back into your own assholes! Seal it up tight!"

He paused, slowly lowering the muzzle of his gun.

"Look at the situation now! We're grasshoppers tied to the sa rope! Below are the damn US Navy SEALs and the Kurd Ard group, behind us are those bone-crunching Mad Dogs from 1515, and overhead is the 'Grim Reaper' drone watching us! Fighting amongst ourselves? Think you've got a long life?"

His words were crude and direct but were like a bucket of ice water poured from above, instantly extinguishing the anger that nearly ignited the explosives.

The imnse pressure under dire circumstances made everyone realize that any form of internal conflict is the most foolish and fastest path to death.

Petrovsky took several deep breaths before forcibly suppressing his boiling blood and anger. He turned to his team, his voice low yet commanding: "Did you hear what Song said? Deaf? Drop your bad tempers! What ti is it now? Huh?! Song is right, anyone causing infighting becos everyone's enemy! Follow orders!"

His final sentence was almost shouted.

SSO team mbers looked at each other, eventually bowing their heads silently, or turned around, starting to organize their equipnt, using action to show compliance.

Volkov glared fiercely at Hunter, spat on the ground, but also sat back down silently.

Only then did Petrovsky turn to Song Heping: "Sorry, I didn't manage my n well. Now... you see the situation, what do we do?"

He once again threw the biggest problem back to Song Heping.

Surprisingly, Song Heping smiled.

"What do we do?"

He chuckled lightly, his tone carrying a peculiar teasing quality.

"This is a good thing, no need to worry!"

This answer left everyone stunned; even Petrovsky showed a look of shock and disbelief, thinking he had misheard.

"Good... good thing?"

Petrovsky stuttered, repeating suspiciously, "Lost satellite communication, completely electronically suppressed, we've beco deaf and blind, how the hell is this a good thing?!"

He almost cursed again.

"Of course it's a good thing."

Song Heping found a relatively flat rock to sit on, slowly taking a sip from the straw of his water bag, his tone carrying a bit of "how can you not understand this."

"Firstly—"

He extended his index finger, "This proves that this airspace indeed has an Arican electronic surveillance plane squatting on us, moreover working at high intensity, all-weather. They're not only interfering with us, but also, like hounds, raising ears trying to capture any weak electronic signal we might leak—whether satellite phones, individual radios, or even side-lobe signals leaked by GPS receivers, then accurately locking our position, pinning us to the map."

He paused, looking at the faces of everyone who wore expressions of confusion and "how is this a good thing," continued explaining in a tone akin to giving a lesson to recruits:

"Brothers, use your brains. We fought our way into these mountains, for what? Truly to find a cave to hide away like a turtle?"

He answered himself, "No! It's to muddy the waters! To stir this pool as murky as possible! Let the Aricans, Kurd people, and 1515's hyenas—who chase the scent of blood—crash into each other in these mountains, tearing at each other! The harder they fight, the better opportunity we have to slip away in the chaos, Golden Cicada Shell out! So, being 'tracked' by the Aricans, letting them think they've grasped our movents, is actually the most crucial part of our plan! It's the bait we actively tossed out!"

As he spoke, he took out a tactical tablet and, with his finger, precisely pointed to a maze-like area surrounded by countless dense contour lines on the map.

"Mannier Canyon Area."

Song Heping's voice lowered, carrying calm and confidence.

"Here, an eighty-square-kiloter death maze, with seven or eight north-south, east-west intersecting canyons, complex enough. Here is the gladiator arena we've carefully chosen for the chasers; it may not be their burial ground, but absolutely is the perfect stage for them to consu each other."

"As long as we calculate well our own position, the distance of the 1515 pursuers behind us, and the general direction of the flanking US Special Forces, and grasp that critical timing, we can shepherd them like the ultimate Shepherd, leading these two packs of wolves into the Mannier grand maze."

He paused, tossing out a critical question.

"Think about it, in the poor visibility of night, in a canyon terrain complex enough to confuse even echo location, what do you think will happen when several highly tense, well-equipped ard forces, all mistaking the other as prey, suddenly collide head-on at a corner, a pass? They don't have our ans to instantly identify as friendlies with an 'internal communication channel.'

Team mbers' minds instantly conjured up scenes—muzzle flashes in the dark, misjudgnt triggering instant firefights...

In the darkness, unfamiliar environnt, unknown information, multiple forces...

Any slight misunderstanding could ignite uncontrollable chaos.

"Think deeper."

Song Heping added, his tone carrying a hint of chilling gratitude.

"Without this damned electronic surveillance plane in the sky helping us 'act,' wanting the Aricans to bite the bait would require occasionally risking it, finding an uncovered mountaintop to deliberately show ourselves by turning on the radio, or flashing the satellite phone briefly. That's the real gamble, betting on the 'Grim Reaper' drone operator to nod off, or the missile to jam! Who can guarantee that every ti we'll have as good luck as just now on the Gobi, dodging the 'Hellfire'?"

At this, everyone suddenly understood!

The interference caused loss of contact is not a dead end, but makes their risky move of "luring the enemy in deep, driving the wolf to consu the tiger" go smoother and safer!

It's practically turning the enemy's advantage into an aid for their own tactics!

"So..."

Song Heping suddenly stood up, putting away his tablet.

"Everyone turn off all electronic devices on you that can actively transmit signals—individual radios, satellite phones, GPS location modules, even electronic watches with Bluetooth, anything that can send out wireless signals, cut off all power, best to remove the batteries! Without my order, until reaching the designated position, no one is to power on! From now, we are the 'silent bait!' Only relying on maps, compasses, and these two legs, following the planned route, inviting every single guest after and beside us into Mannier Canyon Area's super VIP room!"

After speaking, he first pulled out that satellite phone and, with no hesitation, removed the battery in front of everyone.

Then, he turned off the power to his individual radio and even removed the battery from the GPS module.

Petrovsky took a deep breath, without any hesitation, imdiately followed suit.

Hunter deeply looked at Song Heping, and silently turned off his satellite phone and radio.

Other team mbers, including the recently furious Volkov and others, also began to take action.

In an instant, within the depression of rocks, the sound of "beep beep" shutdown and battery compartnt covers opening and closing softly resounded.

When the last device's indicator light went out, the entire team seed to have completed a transformation, truly and completely integrating into the eternal silence and darkness of Gunei Mountain Area.